Fat Joe - No Drama (Clap & Revolve) Lyrics
[chorus]We Just Clap And RevolveWe Just Clap And RevolveWe Just Clap And RevolveWe Just ClapWe Just Clap (who Want To Pop Off To The Head Get Popped Off Nigga)We Just Clap And RevolveYou Don't Wanna Start No DramaYou, You, You Don't Wanna Stop No DramaYeahWe Getting Paper HearYeahGot That Crown Holders Shirt On, Got Like A Million Diamonds On ItTen Million Written All Over ThatWe Just Clap And RevolveWe Just Clap And RevolveWe Just Clap And RevolveYou Don't Wanna Start No DramaWe Just Clap And RevolveWe Just Clap And Revolve[1st Verse]Nine CheckForty CheckK's CheckYou Be The First To GoHaze YesYe YesMother*****er This Is Business, Never PersonalThis Coca BabyI'm An 88erI Put Work In These StreetsNow Do Yourself The FavorYou Bring The DramaThen Drama Leads To ChoppersThen Them Choppers Get To Sprayin'And Somebody Need A Doctor NowYou Not An Actor, Not A RapperYou's A Clapper, You's A TrapperGot A Ratchet, So Why You Hire Coppers NowIt Is What It Is; I Got The Gliz On MeAnd Don't Nobody Want It With The Big Homey[chorus - 2x][2nd Verse]Nigga Want Beef With MeMust Be Out Of His MindNigga Think That Joey Past His PrimeLayed His Ass Flat In The StreetYeah I Splattered His MindWalk Away With His Life And His ShinesYeah, I Smell ***** *****Yeah ***** *****That's How H E Looked When I Left His *****in Face GushyAsk About ItCracks About ItWent Back To The Crib And Then We Laughed About ItI'm A Rider, I'm A Sider - I'n A Money MakerI Decided You's A Liar When It Comes To PaperBroad Day We Could Clap It In These StreetsMiddle The Pj's Make Em Bring Out These Sheets[chorus][3rd Verse]I Got A Thing For My Little BuddyThat Black Mac Do His ThingLeave A Nigga UglyYo Tell Me The Best Of The Best Wont Fix EmWe'll Open Your Chest NiggaYour Just A VictimAnd I'm A Rat KillerYou Hear That Br-rat NiggaI Don't Rap Infact I'm Just That NiggaYeah It's Crack NiggaA Lot Of *****es Like To TalkMake Em Bite They TongueLot Of Niggaz Claim New York But They Not The OneI'm In The Streets Muh'*****er You Could Call Me HarlemYou Bedstuy Like BiggieThe Big Homeys A ProblemBronx BomberI'll Leave You ComatoseWe Don't Dance In Your Face, You Muh'*****ers Choke
